You duck walk like a North Korean,
\nEarlene insists, humorlessly.
\nTomorrow we’ll be selling
\nall my Chuck Berry records.
\nWe’ve only been on meth two weeks
\nand already there are slashes everywhere,
\nthe couch, the shades, the freaking
\ncoffee table. My shirt. Her high tops.
\nNext week we’ll hock the jewelry
\nlifted from her mother’s bureau,
\nmaybe buy some cans of soup
\nwith our week’s supply, get ready
\nfor wrecked teeth. My face is splotchy.
\nAnd, for all our closeness,
\nI never even look at hers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"